It was already dawn, and Pranya, who had been sitting in bed all night, opened her eyes and stretched. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This night can be very busy for the swordsman. Tossed in the depths of his consciousness for most of the night, constantly trying various ways to help Prajna's soul recover. Finally, he found the most effective way, which was to draw power from the black mist and then give a small part to the soul of Prajna.

Since Prajna's soul is still in a state of serious injury, it can't bear much strength. So he could only carefully give a small part to her. Although it is only a small part, it is several times faster than Prajna slowly absorbing and recovering by itself. At the very least, the speed at which Prajna's soul injury recovered was already visible to the naked eye. I believe that as long as he persists, Prajna's soul will definitely recover quickly and wake up as soon as possible.

Many days have passed since the great god of Chiyou left for the battle, but the enemy's sneak attack has not come for a long time. Prajna felt a little uneasy in his heart, which seemed very unreasonable. When did the war become so mild? Since the great god of Chiyou had made such an arrangement, it must have been the experience summed up from the past wars. So Prajna gathered the people together and told them once again not to take them lightly, not to be deceived by the illusion of calm in front of them.

Due to the strong posture shown by Praruo last time, as well as her unpredictable methods, now Chiyou Village is completely monolithic, at least on the surface. Therefore, everyone took the order of Prajna very solemnly in their hearts, and they were also resolutely carrying it out.

The entire Chiyou Village is operating in an orderly manner in a tense atmosphere.

Prajna was idle again, so she locked herself in the house for most of the day, sinking into the depths of consciousness day and night to help Pranya's soul recover from her injuries. The swordsman is still a little worried. At the beginning, his soul had inexplicably traveled to this era and lived in the consciousness of Prajna, and he didn't know when he would leave again inexplicably, so he had to hurry up and help Prajna recover. lest she leave suddenly, and something happens to the poor little girl.

On the morning of the third day, the swordsman let go of his hand attached to the black mist and let out a long sigh of relief. In the past two days, his hard work day and night has finally paid off. The soul of Prajna in front of him finally seemed to be a little normal. Although she still shows no signs of waking up, she finally doesn't look as thin as she did the other day. The other day, this miniature version of Prajna looked like it was all in pieces, as if it would dissipate at any moment. But it really made the swordsman worry for a while.

The swordsman found that as Prajna's soul recovered little by little, the power she could accept from her own infusion also increased, from the initial only one percent of the power he absorbed to now slowly increased to about five percent, and she seemed to be consciously absorbing power. This discovery made the swordsman very happy. He believed that if he continued to do this, his soul would soon be able to return to the state it was in before the injury, and even go further.

Through the observation of this time, the swordsman seems to have also spied a trace of the mystery of the soul. The door to a whole new realm was slowly opening to him, much to the swordsman's interest. His original personality was far more calm than his peers, and being trapped in the consciousness of Prajna some time ago made his calmness more detailed. In addition to cultivating divine arts, he spent more time thinking about various issues.

The swordsman had never thought about what the soul was all about before. In his habitual thinking, it seems that the soul is just a mysterious thing, without any laws or traces to be found. But now he doesn't think so, during this time, the swordsman has come into contact with his own soul and the soul of Pranya, and even includes a wisp of the ancient demon god Chiyou. From this, he discovered that the soul is actually a quantifiable thing, it will weaken because of injury, and it will also grow and grow because of cultivation and plunder.

So can Chi You's wisp of Yuan Shen also be regarded as a part of his soul, or can it be regarded as a soul that has been erased from his own consciousness? This bold idea made the swordsman excited at once.

If this assumption of the swordsman is true. Chi You's wisp of Yuan Shen power has been absorbed by himself for so long and has not weakened much, so how strong should the soul of Chi You's body be? If he continues to grow his soul power, will he also become as powerful as Chi You?

Thinking of this, the swordsman's heart couldn't help beating violently. When he looked at Chi You's wisp of Yuan Shen again, his eyes were even hotter. When I first tried to absorb the power in this black mist, it was purely to save myself, and when I was seriously injured and almost lost my soul due to my rash actions, my condition at that time was much more serious than usual. So he had no choice but to try to absorb the power in the black mist to heal his wounds, and then he only tasted the sweetness and persevered, but now he looked at this black mist as if he saw a huge treasure. If he can absorb all this wisp of Yuan Shen of Chi You, I don't know how far the soul power will skyrocket? At the very least, he can reach the cultivation of the Jindan stage, right?

Just thinking about it, if he wants to absorb all the power in the black mist, he doesn't know how long it will take. Besides, it's still a question of whether he can absorb it smoothly. Now that he has absorbed the power from it, Chiyou's primordial spirit does not have any resistance, which does not mean that it will never resist. What if it is absorbed to a certain extent, and Chiyou's wisp of Yuan Shen suddenly wakes up?

But these are all for later, with his absorption speed alone, if he wants to absorb the power in this black mist, it is impossible to absorb it in a few years. Let's do it little by little. Maybe I'll leave here one day. It's better to hurry up and absorb a little bit is a little bit.

The swordsman put away his cranky thoughts, put himself on a new posture, put one hand on the surface of the black mist, and the other hand on the soul of Prajna, and once again operated his mental method, and began to absorb the power in the black mist while healing Prajna's boredom.

After figuring out a lot of things, when the swordsman absorbed the power in the black mist again, the feeling in his heart was even deeper, not just a simple absorption of power.